We deny the behavior of interfering with the privacy of others, but we have the instinct of endless prying. Feel the excitement in the snooping, as if standing on the highest point with a kind of arrogant power overlooking the world. It may be innocuous, but it also holds like an exclusive resource. We sing freedom, but infinitely full of curiosity about other people's lives. It's nothing more than a comment, we should live in a world that can be discerned by others and draw a clear line from other people's private affairs. It is indeed a murder case outside the back window, and justice can be spied on, but the farce caused by the opposite result may make the behavior itself more ironic. From the 20th century to the 21st century, human nature has not changed. We still fantasize about knowing and commenting on others, yet we advocate our own right to privacy. Women still change themselves to gain recognition in order to cater to the men they love. Maybe the heroine will always live in the expectations of the hero until she loses herself. At least the heroine is also considered courageous.
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